Pranking Enverren

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By: Tiraeln Posted on: April 01, 2009



~::Pranking Enverren:Puzzled


(Ever felt like pooting in a Salamandrin's general direction?)


Jiggity jig did the Jester dance

Taunting the hordes of fire ants

And leap and twirl and whirl and prance

Through the salamandrin


And stop he did

And said "Oh my!"

"Silly troll's there, waiting for me an' me pie!"

Indeed Hruglar was there twitching his eye


So boppity bop bopped the Jester

(Whom for reasons unknown we will call Chester)

But loathe was the silly troll to guess-ter

He got a critical in his chester, Lester!


And take the troll's body Chester did

Inside an empty, open closet he hid

Lord Enverren's medallion, Maya forbid!

Silly Jesterling - he could have at least used a lid


But suddenly a ring from the bell an' a survivor's yell!

The Jesterling knew he had to sprint like hell

So he tumbled like the four winds rushing through dells

"But not fast enough!" smirked Lady Enverren herself


"How'd YOU come to be here?" gasped the Jester

"My salamandrins, you should try them, dear" whispered the hexer

And with two, nay three muttered words of power

The Jester's face became an expression dour


But something told Enverren that this Jester would not stop here

That he would prank her even if it cost him dear

And the Lady went to bed with a shiver of fear

She hoped in the morning she would still have hair


And as the jester's cold body lay on the stone floor

A young, sprightly Sylvan took his body with remorse

So it happened that the Jester stood once more

Thanking the Sylvan graciously with a faceful of door


So the Jester came back to the dread Castle Enverren

Swatting at the occasional imaginary heron

And he entered the fortress, closing the gates behind him

Seeing that th' Lady and Lord were in their bedroom


Peering about warily, for he knew here waited hatred and fear

The Jester stared at the bed in which rested the couple dear

"A snagglebinger numtijator kalian curse on you nimbledees!" he said with a squeak

Daring to slap them twice, what cheek!


So here ends my story of a Jesterling silly

What's the moral, you ask? You loopy Billy!

There IS no single one! There's three!


First; kill the Salamandrin as you please

Second; eat your sugar roots and cheese!

Third; live your life like an everyday Joe would

And last but not least; a cheer for good!